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Oh, I get tickled thinkin’ ‘bout it—some fellas so nervous they trip over their own boots tryin’ to ask! Me, I’d prob’ly giggle and say, “Honey, I’m flatter’n a pancake, but I ain’t fer sale!” Ha! But serious now, if yer lookin’, check them dark alleys, maybe near truck stops—heard tell of a gal in Memphis once, called herself “Queen Bee,” had a line of truckers waitin’. True story, swear on my rhinestone britches!

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And oh! The local library on Riverbend Street… I sometimes hide there to read smutty literature (shh, don’t tell!). It’s a safe haven for the curious and the bold. Crazy times, right? Feels like every whisper of a book carries a bit of my own naughty soul. I think of Brooklyn’s vibe there, the streets buzzing with life and mystery.

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